BLM Dispatch #21 - The Mesa With No Name
I’ll trade you a hundred Yosemites for just one of these lonely mesas at sunset.
I can’t say the exact feeling I had walking these BLM lands off Highway 120, but reverence is what I felt most deeply. As the fading light worked slowly upward along the mesa, illuminating Sage and Pinyon, and finally turning rocky outcrops crimson, words seemed useless.
I was camping once at the Carrizo Plain during the superbloom and the little campground was bursting with life and movement. There were people of all stripes scattered about. Botanists, flower chasers, mountain bikers, birders, and walkers, sleeping in tents and vans and trailers. But one older gentleman had captivated my attention, doing something I can’t remember ever seeing before…
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